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yesterday at wegmans i lost my faith in humanity. because it was the beginning of rush hour me and ben had to queue up in line behind four million people just to get him some cigarettes. these characters accurately portrayed all of the worst facets of humanity in descending order.
first guy in line: gangster in pants so large and sagging so low i could see his entire butt in bunched-up boxers with dollar signs on them. he painstakingly counted a handful of change for approximately five minutes in order to purchase a pack of cigarettes while the cashier tried in vain to hurry him along.
second person in line: white trash woman in her mid-thirties wearing tight faded denim jeans from literally twenty years ago who immediately begins complaining about "those people." "i guess ya got all the time in the world when ya ain't got no job." cashier ignores her. everyone ignores her. she looks nonplussed and storms out.
third dude in line: obnoxious gay guy covered from head to toe in abercrombie zombie attire, nattering mindlessly on his cell-phone about how some "girl" is just a "nasty fake-ass queen." so ironic that you could hear everyone in lines mind blowing simultaneously.
fourth person: normal.
fifth person in line, just in front of us: sorority slut wearing a t-shirt with the album cover of joy division's ‘unknown pleasures’ stenciled on the front, a case of miller high life in one hand, corona in the other.
conversation went as followed:
ben: "so you like joy division?"
her: "what?"
me: "the band. you're wearing their t-shirt."
her: "oh i just got it at some store. everyone keeps asking me that and acting like i'm dumb."
us: "..."
like seriously, you can’t even make this shit up!
first guy in line: gangster in pants so large and sagging so low i could see his entire butt in bunched-up boxers with dollar signs on them. he painstakingly counted a handful of change for approximately five minutes in order to purchase a pack of cigarettes while the cashier tried in vain to hurry him along.
second person in line: white trash woman in her mid-thirties wearing tight faded denim jeans from literally twenty years ago who immediately begins complaining about "those people." "i guess ya got all the time in the world when ya ain't got no job." cashier ignores her. everyone ignores her. she looks nonplussed and storms out.
third dude in line: obnoxious gay guy covered from head to toe in abercrombie zombie attire, nattering mindlessly on his cell-phone about how some "girl" is just a "nasty fake-ass queen." so ironic that you could hear everyone in lines mind blowing simultaneously.
fourth person: normal.
fifth person in line, just in front of us: sorority slut wearing a t-shirt with the album cover of joy division's ‘unknown pleasures’ stenciled on the front, a case of miller high life in one hand, corona in the other.
conversation went as followed:
ben: "so you like joy division?"
her: "what?"
me: "the band. you're wearing their t-shirt."
her: "oh i just got it at some store. everyone keeps asking me that and acting like i'm dumb."
us: "..."
like seriously, you can’t even make this shit up!